A/N - I figured it was about time that I introduced Sid's little brother into fanfiction land. So I give you Ziggy Stardust, a hyperactive eight year old who was found by Sid when he was four years old.

"SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID! Sid-Sid-Sid-Sid-Sid-Sid! SID!"

Everyone looked up – some blinking in surprise, others simply rolling their eyes – as a young boy with bright pink hair ran through the Heartbreak. Oh, and he was completely naked.

"What? Oh, Christ Zig put some clothes on!" Sid pulled off her jacket and wrapped it around her adopted little brother. "Better. Now, what are you hollering about?"

"It was horrible, Sid!" Ziggy cried.

"What was horrible?"

"Madonna… she… she…" He paused, eyes wide. "She tried to make me have a BATH!" He shuddered, as if it was the most horrible thing in the world.

"Well…" Sid reached out to brush her thumb across the boys' nose, rubbing off a smudge of dirt. "You do need one, you're filthy."

"I'm not that bad!"

"And you stink," Sid sniffed, pulling a face.

"I don't!"

"You do. Worse than a dead fish left out in the middle of August."

"…Is that bad?" Ziggy asked, raising an arm to sniff under it. "I can't smell anything!"

"Your nose is probably clogged full of dirt," Sid told him and picked him up, carrying him under one arm.

"Don't make me have a bath!" He begged. "Please! I'll to anything!" Sid rolled her eyes and took him back to Madonna, who was standing next to a large tub full of water.

"We need to tie his bloody legs together," Madonna said, grabbing his legs.

"Ready?" Sid asked. "On the count of three. One – two – three!" On three they both let go, sending Ziggy straight into the tub of water.

"AH!" He screamed, desperately trying to climb out. "It's cold!"

"Oh don't be such a baby." Sid rolled her eyes. "It's just water, it won't kill you."

"It will."

"No it won't."

"I could freeze."

"It's not that cold."

"I could drown Sid, drown! D'you really want that?"

"I'm not comfortable answering that question."